Eggs — Flash Fiction by Patricia Cosgrove
Published in
Mar 12, 2016
At the end of the lane, beyond the scrags of gorse and fuchsia and the fields dipping to the sea, the spring tide surged and broke on the shingle. The woman sat on an upturned fish crate in the shelter of the gable wall, eyes closed, counting the wet suck of each ebbing wave on the shore.
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Image courtesy of Helena Bjork
Originally published at Fiction Attic Press.
